Love: Different Chants At Different Times Poem by Bryan Taplits

When one is young and doesn't know
Cause it isn't plain to him,
Revealing what isn't so
Would be a grateful limn.
But life is never fair nor fine so long as one still breathes-
But also neither harsh nor all sweet, a pot that slakes and seethes.
When we are young, love is so clear-too sweet for surcease
A flamboyant hanging curve it is-a sphere to chase for peace,
But then comes life and- while we still love, old age hits its mark
(And no longer can we doubt)
The love we had is not as it was: No more acrobatics- out!
Yes.
When we are young our love is burning sun-
Emblematic of: Release!
But as we grow old, and can be no longer as bold-Love
Is much more security!